Faithful to uncertain clarity

Lunatic’s world

When you don’t follow the set rules and stop changing yourself to look appropriate, you get varied responses. Some people take you as a proud egoist. Some of them pity you for taking the roads less traveled by. (I wonder why we don’t write double L in TRAVELED) A large group takes you as a threat to the norms and prevalent mindset and hence they feel uncomfortable in your presence. The point is that its your life so live it your way.

yesterday eve, i was passing through a remote area. I asked the driver to stop and came down. Inhaling the fresh air i sat on the road with my back resting on the dusty boot of the car. From my frame of reference, sun was three meters above the ground level and by now it had lost its bright ablaze. I opened a poem of Pablo Neruda on my phone. Reading that poem and enjoying the orange sun falling down until it dipped into abyss was an unmatchable experience.

And the look in the eyes of passers by were interesting enough to make me smile. Whether it was fear, jealousy, curiosity, pity or contempt in their eyes, i am sure they don’t know how it feels to be a lunatic

and later the moon came, just on top of my head, in the middle of vast sky and i completed the rest of my journey in its soothing company.